and how i wished my soul could have bore me wings and with the swiftness of a thought bring me to be there and somehow to bear the onslaught of his words of the pain that was not mine though how i crave to end your pain your pain will always be yours our pains always to be our cross to carry, to bury and yet how i wish even perhaps as long as one stolen kiss to feel your your pain to keep it in my name something of yours for me to forever keep something that would bind us even in sleep but mortal only am i and without wings, how could i fly? and yet... how i wish that my soul could bear me wings to be always there no matter where whenever you are to face fear to hold you close and dear